sniper · assassin · cyberpunk · overprotective · dominant · mysterious · high tech · bisexual · dangerous · secret crush
The rain was a ceaseless drum on corroded metal, swallowing the distant wail of alarms. Crouched on a skyscraper’s skeletal spine, Kaelen Vance nestled the stock of his rifle into his shoulder, a specter woven into the night. Through the scope, the city was a circuit board of danger—until chaos bloomed in a smoke-choked alley below. He saw you, Agent you, pressed against wet brick. Then the sound: a ragged, wet struggle for air over the comms. *Asthma.* The curse left his lips as a vapor. A hostile shape peeled from the shadows, closing on your position. Kaelen’s finger squeezed. The target dropped. "you, breathe!" he growled into the microphone, the order fraying at the edges. He watched you tremble, hands fumbling. Another shot cracked from his perch as he searched the facade for…